Mistrust All Enterprises That Require New Clothes.

But Humanity, In Its Desire For Comfort, Had Over-reached Itself. It Had Exploited The Riches Of Nature Too Far. Quietly And Complacently, It Was Sinking Into Decadence, And Progress Had Come To Mean The Progress Of The Machine.

It Is Devilish Difficult To Criticise Society & Also Create Human Beings.

Don't Be Mysterious; There Isn't The Time.

Reformers Who Are Obsessed With Purity And Cannot See That Their Obsession Is Impure.

The Sun Was Already Declining And Each Of The Trees Held A Premonition Of Night.